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Although I wish it was. It’s just not. I’m clearly not that bright, witty, or structured today. It’s more of a “my brain is a narcoleptic snail” day than a “I can turn the world on with a smile!” day. My brains are scattered like ashes upon the wind, and my body? Yeah.

Stupid body.

Anyhow.

In the interests of discovering something more interesting than the crackle-free connections of my sluggish synapses, I’m going to do a brain dump and hope that a decent post will follow. Then I can delete this one in obvious horror and get on with the show.

It’s like a cleanse. Like a detox. Like a dog sticking my head out the window and blowing my ears back. Like writing about nothing at length just because my mom and dad love me and feel compelled to read it, and also Chuck, because he apparently does, too. Though he is neither my mom, nor my dad. He is a Mukiltean.

So, without any further mumbling:

Unrelated and stupid things (well, not all stupid, but unrelated) things I am thinking about right now (in point form, for efficiency.)

1. My fingertips ache.
2. My coffee has cooled somewhat. And when I say this, I mean that a tiny glacier has formed on the surface. Can someone turn the AC down?
3. Is New Orleans going to get nailed again this year? And can the city handle it twice? Why do people go back to nightmares just because they remember how things were pre-nightmare? How bad does it have to get before the memories don’t sustain your desire to follow through with your choice? How much to we have to lose in order to let go?
4. Why, oh why is Larry King still employed?
5. I wish I could write like David Sedaris or Dorothy Parker or Flannery O’Connor.
6. I need a better conditioner for my ends.
7. Why are there so many visitors coming straight here and NOT commenting?
8. How irritated do you have to be at someone to remove a link to their website from your own website?
9. I wonder if I could find running shoes I would like better than the ones I have now? Nothing freaks me out more than running shoe shopping.
10. I have to find some loonies to do my laundry tonight.
11. Will Luongo really help us this season?
12. Is top-notch hyphenated?
13. There are not enough hard-boiled eggs in my life.
14. I think I would like a) a Lush bath bomb bath; b) the perfect white hoodie; c) a pair of pale pink Havaianas; d) a grilled cheese sandwich; e) a bowl of soup.
15. I will make do with a) no bath; b) my black t-shirt with the coffee blotch; c) my black Havaianas where I ripped off the toe part this morning by tripping off a curb; and d) the aforementioned coffee.
16. “Make do” looks stupid.
17. Why is there a perpetually chapped patch on my lip? It’s like a tiny section of sandpaper.
18. I cannot wrap my mind around perpetual hatred. What would need to happen to me to make that seem like a logical, reasonable option? I assume it’s possible (I know my own darkness), but the thought is fairly horrifying. And why do some people — in the midst of hideousness — choose to doggedly seek out peace? They won’t give up trying to improve things around them, while people within the exact same circumstances choose to act out in hate as though it were the only rational option. People from the same streets and families, even. I am fascinated by the psychology of crisis response. Is that weird?
19. I’m tired of listening to talking heads.
20. CNN is getting tabloidy.
21. John Roberts was better when he was JD Roberts.
22. I don’t own any pink clothes anymore.
23. I’ve never been in warm ocean water.
24. I’m a nutbar.
25. This is the last one.